Girlfriend

Chapter 11

I returned back to Hayvenhurst after I had been shopping for a while.

I walked up the stairs but heard a sniffling sound. I walked back to wear the noise was and it was Katherine crying in the living room.

" Katherine, what, what's wrong?" I asked.

" God I hope this isn't true." She said looking at the TV.

I looked and it showed those headlines. Billie Jean claiming she had Michael's son and that she wanted to marry him.

I stood there not sure if I wanted to cry or break the TV. I walked out to the terrace and just cried over the balcony. " Why, Michael? Why?" I yelled.

And to think that tomorrow he's coming to LA for a show. I don't think I wanna still go.

I went back inside and lied on the bed in my guest room and stared at the paintings on the ceiling of Mickey Mouse, Pink Panther, Donald Duck, and all sorts of cartoon characters.

Then the phone rang. Katherine seemed too upset so I answered.

" Jackson residence." I said. I am not exactly sure what they say when they answer the phone here.

" Jane?" A soft voice said. It was Michael.

" Oh. Hi Michael."

" Jane, you seem upset. Is something wrong, darling?"

I bit my lip fighting off tears." Jane?" He said again.

" How's your baby, Michael? Is it good? When's the wedding? WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME THIS?" I sobbed.

" Oh god. Jane. Listen. "

" No. I don't want to listen, Michael. I don't want to see you again."

" JANE!" He shouted through the phone.

I hung up. I packed my clothes and I cried as I took pictures of us and ripped them into pieces.

Later that evening I came downstairs and Katherine seemed calmer. Right when I was going to tell her about me leaving she spoke.

" Jane, are you excited for their show tomorrow? I can't wait to go. Have you seen them perform? They're amazing." She said.

I couldn't tell her no. I couldn't tell her I was leaving ." Oh yes . They'll put on a great show, no doubt."

The next night

I put on my lipstick and my dangling earrings when there was a knock at the door. It was their housekeeper.

" Jane, Mrs. Jackson wanted to know if you are ready?"

" Oh yes Anita. Tell her I'll be right down."

" Don't you mean, ' I'll be There' ?" She chuckled.

I gave a weak smile. " Haha yes."

I looked at my packed bag knowing this is the last night I'll be here and I left the room.

Katherine's eyes widened when she saw me." My goodness , you look wonderful, dear."

" Thank you Katherine."

We got into the car and drove to the concert.

" LETS DANCE LETS SHOUT! SHAKE IT OVER!!!" Michael sang over his brothers.

" YEAA! SHAKE IT OVER! COME ON EVERYBODY CLAP YO HANDS COME ON! LETS DANCE LETS DANCE! AND SHOUT SHAKE YOUR BODY DOWN TO THE GROUND!"

Katherine snapped her fingers dancing to the music. I giggled at her and she just smiled at her boys with pride.

" THANK YOU DODGER'S STADIUM! WE LOVE YOU!" Michael shouted.

After the concert. Katherine and I were escorted to backstage . " Ka-Katherine I am gonna-." I was cut off by her hugging her sons.

I can't tell her I'm leaving. Not now.

" Oh my boys you did wonderful!" She shouted.

" Thanks mother." They all said.

" Where's Michael?" She asked.

" Oh uh. He's in his room. He's been kinda down lately." Marlon said.

" Jane will you talk to him? " Katherine asked.

All of them looked at me and I smiled." Oh of course."

I walked past all the backstage workers and I could still hear the booming crowd. This is such a new experience. I've never been backstage at such a big concert like this.

I hesitated. I didn't want to talk to him at all. But I was doing this for Katherine. I saw the doors and none were labeled which made things ten times harder.

" Excuse me." I asked one of the workers.

" Where is Michael's dressing room ?" I asked.

" Who are you?" They asked.

" Jane Markuss. I'm his." I gulped." Girlfriend." Katherine sent me."

They stood there examining me. " Alright. Follow me."

They took me down the hall to a door . " Here is is ma'am."

" Thank you." I said.

I knocked on the door.Nothing. I knocked again. Over the loud noises I could hear shuffling feet and the door opened. There Michael stood. Sweaty and panting. His eyes widened at the sight of me.

" Jane."

" Michael."

" Please come in. I wanna talk to ya."

I hesitated but those dark brown eyes lure you in.

I sat on his mini couch.

" Jane. Listen to me. Look. I've been getting fan mail from her for about 2 years now. She won't stop. I've never met the girl once in my life. She claims that we did things after a concert one night being the result of her child. It never happened ! She's just a girl, Jane. I don't love her. I mean I love all my fans, but in a fan way. I love you , Jane."

I stared at Michael and saw his pleading eyes. I believed him.

" Ok."

" Ok?" Michael's smile grew.

" Yes." I smiled.

" Can I kiss you now ?" Michael asked.

" Yes." I laughed.

He picked me up and spun me around kissing me passionately and I got his sweat on me but I didn't care. I missed him so much. We hugged for a while. I loved hugging him. He's amazing.

After the tour ended in November of 81' things got more serious with his music. He said he had a deadline. His music was ' due' that upcoming March and he had a lot to do.